Chapter 85


    Brett obeyed the doctor''s orders and didn''t touch Izabe anymore, but his hands were still restless


    on her waist. Like a drunken and full emperor, he patted Izabe''s cheek and said contentedly, "You


    were way better just now than before when you justid there like a dead fish in bed. Keep it up."


    Izabe smiled without making a sound. When she was sincere to him, he despised her; when she


    pretended to act, he actually liked it.


    Brett went to take a shower after grabbing his clothes. Izabe picked up the photo album from the


    floor, patted the dust off, and carefully put it back in its original position.


    Brett didn''tpletely believe Izabe''s words, so he called Dr. James once he entered the


    bathroom.


    The other party answered with a puzzled tone, "President Windham, what can I help you with so


    late?"


    "Can I sleep with Izabe recently?"


    "Has Ms. Salotti''s period ended?" Dr. James asked.


    Brett''s eyes darkened, "It should be over already."


    After a long silence on the phone, it said, "Ms. Salotti is still on medication, so it''s better not to have


    sex."


    "Ok." Brett replied and hung up the call.


    Dr. James stared at the phone screen in confusion. Why was Brett calling sote just to ask if they


    could have sex? She thought to herself, "I didn''t expect Brett to care so much for Izabe."


    After hanging up the call, Brett put his phone on the washbasin. He was relieved that Izabe didn''t


    lie to him.


    Brett found a hair dryer after showering. Izabe was lying on her bed with her hair still wet, so he


    plugged in the dryer and asked, "Do you want to blow dry your hair yourself or do you want me to


    help you?"


    Izabe didn''t move, "I don''t want to blow dry it, it''ll dry on its own."


    "When did you be sozy?" Brett noticed her tired face andck of spirit in her eyes,


    completely different from her usual image as a powerful woman. Let alone the energy she usually


    had when sassing him.


    Seeing she was tired, Brett supported the back of Izabe''s head and let her rest on hisp.


    Her long, silky hair dangled in the air as he turned on the hairdryer. Her hair was fine and soft, like


    silk, with great texture.


    It took ten minutes to blow dry her long hair. As he gazed at the contented face of Izabe sleeping


    in hisp, he couldn''t help but pinch her face.


    Izabe woke up and looked up at the man above her with bleary eyes. She felt her hair and found


    it dry.


    She rolled off Brett''sp and onto the other side of the bed, still wrapped in the nket like a baby.


    Brett couldn''t help but smile at her rare, cute appearance. His heart felt warm as if it was filled with


    something.


    Time flew by, and a week passed in a blink of an eye. Izabe had to rest at home because of the


    abortion and hadn''t gone out.


    The director of the orphanage called her twice, asking how she was doing and when she would like


    to pick up her gifts.


    After exchanging a few words, Ryker took the phone away.


    "You lied to me." His voice was full of hurt. Izabe could tell how upset he must be.


    "What did I lie to you about?"


    "You said you''de to the orphanage, but you still haven''te, and you didn''t even call."


    "I''m recovering at home. I''ll go see you when I get better."


    She didn''t hear his response, but she added, "My car is still parked in the orphanage. I won''t


    abandon it."


    "I''ll take good care of your car and not let anyone touch it. I wipe off the dust daily."


    Izabeughed, and thought he was like a sweet puppy.


    "Thank you. I''ll buy you something snacks when Ie back."


    "Ok."


    "What do you like to eat?" Izabe asked.


    Ryker innocently replied, "Whatever you get for me, I''ll like it."


    Izabe''s heart warmed up like never before. She couldn''t help but wonder why she cared so much


    about Ryker and why he was so nice to her.


    She had many questions but knew that being with Ryker made her feel rxed and even brought


    back some beautiful memories from 16 years ago.


    Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted Izabe''s thoughts. She went to the door and opened it


    to find Trista holding a broom and a mop, "Ms. Salotti, I have to clean the room. You can sit in the


    living room for a while, and I''ll be done soon."


    Without giving it much thought, Izabe agreed since Trista mainly cleaned the house.


    As Izabe went to the backyard with her phone and tablet, Trista snuck around and confirmed that


    Izabe wouldn''te back upstairs anytime soon. She entered Izabe''s bedroom with her


    cleaning tools, apparently cleaning, but actually trying to find dirt on her.


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    The medication Dr. James prescribed to Izabe had run out, but Trista noticed Izabe taking pills


    this morning.


    Trista rummaged through the room shamelessly, searching from the bookshelf, drawers to the


    wardrobe, and finally found a few bottles of medicationbeled as health products in the bottom


    drawer of the bedside table.